Down
at the OK Corral, there are zillions of people with kids running all over the
broad lawn, overlooking the Connecticut, while people visit and laugh and talk
and say goodbye after a long summer of RV's parked in a row, and boats out upon the waters, everyone in this
little village alongside the river.
There they've been, through hot humid
summer days and torrential rainstorms as the river rose and then fell. As they
go out in their boats from the Marina, or just enjoy their summer village time
together.
Tonight they'll have music and dancing and laughing and the billion
cars will be gone in the morning, the RVs clearing out at month's end,
as the lawn begins to hold all these big wrapped up machines, and the
neighborhood begins to prepare for winter's entrance.
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